Ballads Pillows

'What song is it you want to hear!'

"This is a lovely old song that tells of a young woman who leaves her cottage, and goes off to work. She arrives at her destination, and places some solid NHHS in a flask containing 0.50 atm ofammonia, and attempts to determine the pressures of ammonia and hydrogen sulide when equilibrium is reached."

Annie, the Reptile version: 'The sun will come out tomorrow! Tomorrow! You will sun yourself tomorrow!'

"That's it, Tom. Here they come. Just keep playing 'Freebird.'"

'Henrietta is so self-confident.'

"How about we write a song combining Brexit with unrequited love?"

"Yes, in the jungle, the mighty jungle, the lion sleeps tonight, but he snores!"

"Ok, I get it, you're happy and you know it. Now quit clapping."

"Yes, 'the lion sleeps tonight', I know the tune, but it means it's had a good feed during the day, which is not really a good thing..."

'Row, row, row your boat, Gently down the stream...'

A saxophone player reads music that says, 'Dade, dade, dade, dade, dade, deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' with the eeeeeeees falling off the music stand onto the floor.

'I hate to tell you... it's not 'amber waves of gain'.'

'This next one I wrote myself. It's about pain, misery and heartbreak, until I finally wised up and dumped him.'

"I like a Gershwin tune. How about you?"

"Your Honor, if it please the court I'd like to deliver my opening comments in the form of a power ballad."

City & Western.

"It's my pet mouse, Elvis. He was caught in a trap."

'Guys, could we try a different inversion?...Guys?'

Brad! Who's that singer I cry to when I'm drunk?

'Boy I hate children: They sing 'Eeny Meeny Miney Mo' and then catch me by the toe...'

"Here's another depressing song about me."

'I think you're on to something, Langdon. Perhaps we should try for a lot of LITTLE hairs instead.'

'I've written a love song about huge bonuses.'

" I think we have a deal. He goes walking down the street with you as long as you refrain from singing do wah diddy, diddy dum diddy do."

'Boy! Those 911 operators sure get snooty when you call at 4 a.m. and ask them to translate the words to Frere Jacques.'

Paul Newman - '' Raindrops keep falling and I'm dead...''